If you'd like to apply to Snowblind and would like to test the waters first or get a sample set up for your application, this meme is for you! We've even provided some prompts for you to use if you want (but feel free to make up your own). Here's how it works.
✭ Reply to this entry with a character you're considering apping into the game. You can include the name of your character and the fandom in your subject line. ✭ Comment around to others on the meme, whether you're in the game already or not. ✭ Now you have a sample ready for your application! ✭ So go reserve and apply when reservations and applications are open. ✭ Seriously, do it.
Network Prompts
ONE: IT WON'T BE LONG NOW... Well, you made a mistake. You spent too long searching around, or you ran outside near the end of the day for just one more thing, and now you've been locked out. You can search around all you want, but the best shelter you can hope for is pressing against the side of a sealed up building. You do still have your tablet, though. Maybe someone on the network can give you some advice, or at least some comfort while you wait for hypothermia to set in.
TWO: CABIN FEVER Maybe you didn't want that mistake of getting caught outside to happen again, but now you've ended up staying too long in one location, and cabin fever has set in. Maybe you're taking to the network to try and ignore the hallucinations. Maybe you want to tell everyone that you've figured out they're all in on your kidnapping. Maybe you ended up wandering off and now you'd really like to know if anyone can check back in the place you were at for your pants.
Action Prompts
THREE: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING You're going about your business searching what seems like it might be an especially promising house--it's fully intact and there's even a working fireplace with some wood! It looks like someone else has the same idea, though, and you've run into them in the middle of your search. Do you share the potential wealth or try to kick them out? On the other hand, maybe you know who this is, or maybe you're just glad to actually see another person for the first time in ages.
FOUR: GOOD MORGUE-NING You've just woken up in a morgue after dying in one unfortunate way or another. You have no idea where you are beyond that, but your tablet is insisting you can't stay here, so you should probably get out of here pretty quickly. Of course, bringing people back from the dead isn't a perfect science, so you're missing something important to you. Maybe you've lost your voice, maybe you can't remember where you're from, maybe you can't remember where you are right now. It looks like someone else is nearby, though. Maybe they can help you out?
[1] [Hope is wishing she had paid more attention to the get off the streets warning her new device had been showing her. She thought it was an optional thing, but apparently they took it seriously enough to lock all the doors. Which as her mind kept reminding her, left her out in the cold.... She tries to not look too worried as she turns on the video of the device.]
I'm getting really tired of being locked out of places. I don't suppose anyone could let me in? Or in the worst case scenario offer some tricks to avoid freezing to death for a night. Actually that's probably second best case scenario, let me try again. Worst case scenario, can someone come and remove my body tomorrow morning so any scavengers don't eat it?
I haven't seen any wild animals but we can't be that isolated....can we?
[3] [She probably should have looked around more but she's been moving around all day and the sight of a house with possible supplies is too good to pass up. She notices the other person in the house as she's rooting around the food.]
Oh....Hello....I don't suppose you're open to sharing supplies?
[Simon could really use someone who knows how to start a fire. Here's why he shouldn't have tried to quit smoking - he would've had his lighter with him, and while that might not have been enough to get a decent fire going, it would've most likely been a thousands times easier with it.]
I could let you in I suppose, but I can tell for sure if you're real or not.
[He's been trapped in the house for quite some time, trying to sleep mostly, but the quiet and the cold is starting to get to him.]
Besides, there's this gross.... thing, strapped to the couch in here. I'm not sure if it's real or not either but it's bleeding all over the place.
Uh.... I haven't tried it but I'm indoors right now, so... how hard could it be?
[He had encountered mysterious locked doors before but he's pretty sure this door was unlocked when he went inside. He'll try it as soon as she's outside.]
It's the orange house, right by the roundabout sort of thing.
Also I... I don't think you can help the thing. I don't think you should.
[Okay maybe she doesn't want to head to the house of the hallucinating guy but ...at this point she'll take anything over the bitter bitter cold. She keeps moving at a steady pace to keep herself warm, wishing she at least had a radio station to turn on.]
I think I'm almost there.
i have no idea if the doors are actually unlockable at night but lets go with this for now
[When Simon tries the lock, it complain with a loud creak, but it unlatches and the door opens with some effort.]
[He opens it ever so carefully, just a crack, and peeks out at the dark, snowy landscape that he can't really see much of because the night is pitch black.]
[Hope will make her way over and when she sees the open door she picks up speed and runs in. She's covered in snow and freezing. She starts to wipe the snow out off her face.]
[It's almost nightfall, a time he knows the doors will lock and anyone outside will be left to freeze in the wasteland outside, having only windows to look in through. Tenma is lucky enough to have found a place, an empty house with a fireplace, and he's decided to stay the night here - a secluded little cabin where he can regain his composure, sort out his thoughts.
He's set up a fire in the fireplace already, a little thing struggling to take hold on the kindling now that it's had its fill of paper, and Tenma has shed his scarf and gloves, though not his parka, his boots neatly by the door to avoid tracking snow inside. He's crouched beside it, encouraging it with cupped hands and soft blowing, back turned to the door.
He jumps when someone comes in, and turns, scuttling backward to put his back against the wall, eyes flicking up to the other person, digging around in the food already, within the time it took him to turn. But no attack seems forthcoming, and so he simply pushes himself to his feet, hands on his knees, the body language of someone much older than Tenma looks.]
Of course. There's more than enough for two.
[He wipes his hands on the front of his jeans, stepping forward and extending his hand.]
Close the door. It's just starting to warm up in here.
[Wow, seriously this place has much nicer strangers then she's used to. She hasn't been forced into a single gunfight yet. She'll go over and close the door because yeah, keep the cold out.]
[He's a doctor - even now, after everything that's happened, after everything he's done, the guilt that lays heavy on his head, he can't bring himself to leave someone alone outside to freeze. He doesn't know yet what kind of person she is. So he smiles as she closes the door behind her and approaches.]
You're cold and probably disoriented, maybe a little dehydrated. It's no wonder.
[He leans back over the fire and blows through cupped hands until it's settled in and crackling against the kindling and larger pieces of wood, then glances up.]
Yeah. This place is great for that. Still, people are jumpy around here...with good reason.
[She's meanwhile made her way back over to the food. The question makes her laugh though.]
I'm really not the person you should be asking about "decent". If it's edible and not too highly irradiated, it's good enough in my books. There's enough for a few days here at least. Should be fine.
[Even in the vault most of the food had been less then great, and in the wasteland there was always irradiated food that was a hundred years or old.]
[It's a clinical assessment of what might be wrong with her, but he's not unaware of the emotional impact. Still, it's kind of a relief that she seems able to handle herself, and the situation.]
Irradiated?
[That's ugly, even if it's only a little bit irradiated. He pauses and turns, takes another look at her, eyes skimming up and down as if looking for signs of sickness.]
I'll look through it, see if I can't cook something worth eating. I've managed a few edible meals here.
Most food is back home. Water was too for the most part before we got the purifier up and running.
[Hope appears slightly malnourished and has a poorly done surgical scar near the top of her temple. ...and more then a few other scars here and there.]
Sounds like a plan. I'll look around for anything else we can scavenge in here.
[He smiles slightly, makes a note to look her over later if they get along and she trusts him enough. There's a chance she's already ill if she's been eating irradiated food, drinking irradiated water - not that he's sure what he could do about it in a place like this. Sutures and treatment of frostbite is one thing, radiation poisoning an entirely different thing.]
Alright. I'll look through it after.
[He shrugs off his parka, and sets it to the side, now that he's satisfied with having her in the cabin. He's wearing a beat up button-up shirt and a white t-shirt over his jeans, and he digs in his pack for a pair of house slippers he scavenged from another house.]
[Hope starts to look through a nearby closet. Her own jacket is on the couch in the next room and she's wearing a well patched shirt and pants that have seen better days. She's still wearing her boots though.]
And it's not always a good idea to stay in one place so that doesn't help.
[Enoch can't stay out very long. He was dressed for desert travel. Nothing could be farther from that than this. It was a small mercy he had a cloak, but it didn't do much good for his feet, which had gone numb in the snow. Sandals weren't a good match for this climate at all.
Hope will find him seated in one of the chairs in the kitchen, a foot propped on a knee as he tries to rub some feeling back into it. He looks up when she enters and can't help a smile at the sight of another person.]
I'd be glad to. Take whatever you need. You wouldn't happen to have found shoes that would fit a man's feet, would you?
[He could make a simple robe or shirt or something out of a sheet or curtain if he found sewing supplies but proper shoes were a little more of a demand of time and supplies.]
I have, and unfortunately found nothing that would fit my feet. I suppose it wasn't very smart to ask you, you would have no reason to bring them along if you did find them, of course...
[He forces a little chuckle as he switches to rubbing the numbness out of the other foot.]
It's...it's good to see someone in person, in this place. My name is Enoch.
[The old immortality hermiting? He's never been good at that to begin with. Add isolation to the mix and he'll even regress(?) to taking initiatives like introducing himself.]
Hope...an auspicious name for a place like this. It's nice to meet you.
[He pauses to flex his toes as feeling begins to prickle back into them. He's tired of having to put up with this, but what can he do? Until he gets some proper shoes he's going to be confined to staying in shelter more than traveling, and to dealing with this discomfort when he does travel.]
I'm sorry for repeating something you've heard so often, then.
[Feeling creeping back into his feet now, he shifts back up to a more proper posture, back straight, shoulders back, hands on his knees, continuing to curl and uncurl his toes to encourage proper blood flow again.]
I don't suppose you've found any clues, then? Either why we're here or how to escape?
Don't be, I've gotten used to it. Honestly I think my dad named me Hope solely for the bad joke opportunities.
[She's joking now herself. If she jokes about her dad it doesn't hurt. No that's a lie it still hurts but at least she can pretend. She shakes her head at that last bit though.]
Nothing. Just guesses with not much to back them up. I think that the weather is somehow artificial because no natural snowfall should be like this. And I say this as someone whose weather knowledge comes mainly from a book. My best guess is really realistic virtual reality and our bodies are all actually in chairs somewhere. But that wouldn't explain why so many of seem to be from different worlds or what the purpose is behind bringing us here in the first place is.
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The Lone Wanderer | Fallout 3
[Hope is wishing she had paid more attention to the get off the streets warning her new device had been showing her. She thought it was an optional thing, but apparently they took it seriously enough to lock all the doors. Which as her mind kept reminding her, left her out in the cold.... She tries to not look too worried as she turns on the video of the device.]
I'm getting really tired of being locked out of places. I don't suppose anyone could let me in? Or in the worst case scenario offer some tricks to avoid freezing to death for a night. Actually that's probably second best case scenario, let me try again. Worst case scenario, can someone come and remove my body tomorrow morning so any scavengers don't eat it?
I haven't seen any wild animals but we can't be that isolated....can we?
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[She probably should have looked around more but she's been moving around all day and the sight of a house with possible supplies is too good to pass up. She notices the other person in the house as she's rooting around the food.]
Oh....Hello....I don't suppose you're open to sharing supplies?
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I could let you in I suppose, but I can tell for sure if you're real or not.
[He's been trapped in the house for quite some time, trying to sleep mostly, but the quiet and the cold is starting to get to him.]
Besides, there's this gross.... thing, strapped to the couch in here. I'm not sure if it's real or not either but it's bleeding all over the place.
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[She pinches herself trying to make sure she's lucid for this.]
Let me in...please. I can help you with the bleeding thing if it is real. And if it's not, I have been trained as a doctor. I might be able to help.
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[He had encountered mysterious locked doors before but he's pretty sure this door was unlocked when he went inside. He'll try it as soon as she's outside.]
It's the orange house, right by the roundabout sort of thing.
Also I... I don't think you can help the thing. I don't think you should.
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I'm on my way over.
[She doesn't want to freeze to death so she's on her way over quickly. She's already done death/near death by radiation. It was not fun.]
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It doesn't look human.
A-Anyway... just knock when you're here and I'll see if I can open the door.
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[Okay maybe she doesn't want to head to the house of the hallucinating guy but ...at this point she'll take anything over the bitter bitter cold. She keeps moving at a steady pace to keep herself warm, wishing she at least had a radio station to turn on.]
I think I'm almost there.
i have no idea if the doors are actually unlockable at night but lets go with this for now
[He opens it ever so carefully, just a crack, and peeks out at the dark, snowy landscape that he can't really see much of because the night is pitch black.]
Okay, the door is open.
I think they are but hey test log
Thank you, thank you so much.
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[3]
He's set up a fire in the fireplace already, a little thing struggling to take hold on the kindling now that it's had its fill of paper, and Tenma has shed his scarf and gloves, though not his parka, his boots neatly by the door to avoid tracking snow inside. He's crouched beside it, encouraging it with cupped hands and soft blowing, back turned to the door.
He jumps when someone comes in, and turns, scuttling backward to put his back against the wall, eyes flicking up to the other person, digging around in the food already, within the time it took him to turn. But no attack seems forthcoming, and so he simply pushes himself to his feet, hands on his knees, the body language of someone much older than Tenma looks.]
Of course. There's more than enough for two.
[He wipes his hands on the front of his jeans, stepping forward and extending his hand.]
Close the door. It's just starting to warm up in here.
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Thanks. Sorry, I didn't see you there at first.
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You're cold and probably disoriented, maybe a little dehydrated. It's no wonder.
[He leans back over the fire and blows through cupped hands until it's settled in and crackling against the kindling and larger pieces of wood, then glances up.]
See any decent food?
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[She's meanwhile made her way back over to the food. The question makes her laugh though.]
I'm really not the person you should be asking about "decent". If it's edible and not too highly irradiated, it's good enough in my books. There's enough for a few days here at least. Should be fine.
[Even in the vault most of the food had been less then great, and in the wasteland there was always irradiated food that was a hundred years or old.]
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Irradiated?
[That's ugly, even if it's only a little bit irradiated. He pauses and turns, takes another look at her, eyes skimming up and down as if looking for signs of sickness.]
I'll look through it, see if I can't cook something worth eating. I've managed a few edible meals here.
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[Hope appears slightly malnourished and has a poorly done surgical scar near the top of her temple. ...and more then a few other scars here and there.]
Sounds like a plan. I'll look around for anything else we can scavenge in here.
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[He smiles slightly, makes a note to look her over later if they get along and she trusts him enough. There's a chance she's already ill if she's been eating irradiated food, drinking irradiated water - not that he's sure what he could do about it in a place like this. Sutures and treatment of frostbite is one thing, radiation poisoning an entirely different thing.]
Alright. I'll look through it after.
[He shrugs off his parka, and sets it to the side, now that he's satisfied with having her in the cabin. He's wearing a beat up button-up shirt and a white t-shirt over his jeans, and he digs in his pack for a pair of house slippers he scavenged from another house.]
It's been a while since I saw someone.
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[Hope starts to look through a nearby closet. Her own jacket is on the couch in the next room and she's wearing a well patched shirt and pants that have seen better days. She's still wearing her boots though.]
And it's not always a good idea to stay in one place so that doesn't help.
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Hope will find him seated in one of the chairs in the kitchen, a foot propped on a knee as he tries to rub some feeling back into it. He looks up when she enters and can't help a smile at the sight of another person.]
I'd be glad to. Take whatever you need. You wouldn't happen to have found shoes that would fit a man's feet, would you?
[He could make a simple robe or shirt or something out of a sheet or curtain if he found sewing supplies but proper shoes were a little more of a demand of time and supplies.]
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I don't think so. Have you checked the closets in this house yet?
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[He forces a little chuckle as he switches to rubbing the numbness out of the other foot.]
It's...it's good to see someone in person, in this place. My name is Enoch.
[The old immortality hermiting? He's never been good at that to begin with. Add isolation to the mix and he'll even regress(?) to taking initiatives like introducing himself.]
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[She's still carrying her bag of caps around more as a memento then as anything useful.]
Everyone does seem pretty spread out. My name's Hope.
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[He pauses to flex his toes as feeling begins to prickle back into them. He's tired of having to put up with this, but what can he do? Until he gets some proper shoes he's going to be confined to staying in shelter more than traveling, and to dealing with this discomfort when he does travel.]
So, have you traveled far in this place, Hope?
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I got that a lot with that name, even at home. It's nice to meet you too.
[She rubs her hands together.]
I think so. It's hard to tell without a map. Sometimes I think I'm just going in circles.
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[Feeling creeping back into his feet now, he shifts back up to a more proper posture, back straight, shoulders back, hands on his knees, continuing to curl and uncurl his toes to encourage proper blood flow again.]
I don't suppose you've found any clues, then? Either why we're here or how to escape?
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Don't be, I've gotten used to it. Honestly I think my dad named me Hope solely for the bad joke opportunities.
[She's joking now herself. If she jokes about her dad it doesn't hurt. No that's a lie it still hurts but at least she can pretend. She shakes her head at that last bit though.]
Nothing. Just guesses with not much to back them up. I think that the weather is somehow artificial because no natural snowfall should be like this. And I say this as someone whose weather knowledge comes mainly from a book. My best guess is really realistic virtual reality and our bodies are all actually in chairs somewhere. But that wouldn't explain why so many of seem to be from different worlds or what the purpose is behind bringing us here in the first place is.
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